Chapter 5

Not having the energy to

argue, Paul downed the whole thing in a couple of swallows. “Oh

fuck.” He burped and thought he was going to throw up.

“Try and keep it down,”

Trevor said before mincing off. Paul was so concentrated on not

vomiting that he didn’t wonder at why Trevor had shown up in the

first place.

** * *

Lunchtime, and Paul was at

hisusual table. Sandy sat to his left,

as usual, eating her usual rabbit food. “I’m surprised you don’t

grow long ears, eating all that lettuce.”

Sandy looked down her nose

at him. “Sooner eat this than the carnivorous poison you insist on

putting in your body. Do you know that minced beef will remain in

your gut for eight hours?” She pointed an accusatory stick of

celery at his plate.

They’d had this discussion

many times. Paul wasn’t going to give up his meat pies, and he knew

Sandy wouldn’t stop eating her salads.

“And I’m surprised you’re

able to face anything given the state you were in earlier,” she